Tag Archives: ink

Ballpoint pen and watercolor, 11″x14″.
Text reads, “If anyone’s going to break this heart / I think it should be you.”

Close up:

Also, completely unrelated:
I have pink hair now.
And I am moving to Arizona! So henceforth, everything that you see on this website is for sale. I’m driving 2000 miles in a little Honda Accord, and it would be silly to try to take all of this art I’ve accumulated over the years. So if you see something you like, shoot me an email [ chanonista (at!) gmail (dot?) com ] and we’ll talk. I’m just trying to get rid of it, so prices are very negotiable.

EDIT
I just realized that I never posted the finished version of that painting, even though it’s been finished for an age and a half. Sorry? Here it is, regardless!
Oil on Bristol board, 8″x11″ (with a 1″ white border.)

I have been busy, not lazy.
Prepping work to send out to Phoenix, AZ (from Saginaw, MI) to show during December’s First Fridays.
Just finished painting a set for a local professional theatre.
Ongoing work on the Neverending Commission.
All excuses for why today, all you get is a quick sketchbook entry from tonight.
Sorry.

Last night, as I was making a valiant attempt at being a decent person (read: trying to ink a strip, for once in my lazy, procrastinating life), my cat decided he deserved far more attention than he was receiving. With a single, well-aimed flick of the tail, he sent an entire bottle of ink flying. One hour, half a bottle of bleach and an entire bottle of Windex later, most of the ink was cleaned, leaving the walls, ceiling, table, floors and refrigerator tinted gray.

Random self-portrait I did last week. My brush was acting all kinds of bitchy, so I just went crazy. Funny how things always seem to look the best when we try the least.

Self-portrait in india ink.

Oh hey look lots of little ink splatters! They are artsy and not at all because I accidentally dripped ink in the middle of the page and then tried to make it intentional! Also there is an awkwardly large amount of unused white space because of “artistic license,” and not because I am lazy and boring.